Magnum opus

There’s a poignancy in accepting yourself fully. It’s cutting off the flow of everything you could be, all the places you could escape yourself to. It’s like being given full access to a bank but deciding to only take what you can carry. I mean, that’s the sensible thing but still there’s this feeling that burrows into you, filling you with desire and longing whenever you’re called back to earth by your limitations. It’s like, “dammit if I wasn’t so human, I wouldn’t have to suffer or sulk”

But I guess that’s why we didn’t choose the soul and place and body we were born into. We were born into boundaries, and thank goodness for that! I think trying to fiddle with the necessary perimeters of one’s reality diverts one from taking on the mammoth task of finding the gems in the mud and transmuting oneself and external events with one’s innate philosopher’s stone.

We often waste effort in procuring on the outside what can only be created on the inside through the alchemical properties of the soul. This often requires seeing beyond what is, listening to the silence, seeing the forest. In a time of oversaturation of inconsequential trivias and mindless consumerism, this bodes ill for the soul and the global flow of energy that would stagnate if not processed and transmuted. The energy that gives rise to hatred and violence.

It’s paradoxical ; that accepting one’s limitations grants one access to boundless abundance. But perhaps it’s that space of paradoxes where magic happens. The same spaces we’re fervently trying to erase in this era of globalism and having to deal with the pooling of cultural and political ideologies. Everyone is fighting to retain their individuality by resisting the alchemy that is necessitated by the confusion in order to evolve, because we fear erasure. But perhaps we need to annihilate what is susceptible to erasure , so as to clear the way for the emergence of truer forms.

Between opposites everything is destroyed but the truth. This is the age where we either align with the truth within all of us, or get destroyed by our unwillingness to transcend the battlefield.

Drake who? William Blake my boo

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.

Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.

When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.

Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

He who replies to words of doubt
doth put the light of knowledge out.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.

That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.

We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward.

He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord.


No one can love away a pain you refuse to feel
Wade out into the knee-deep swamp of your unspent love
Surrender to your death
Let your pendant of subdued memories float to the surface
Let the depths of love you deserve sink in

Hold my phone

Joss Stone, Free Me

Ain’t I got you on your back foot
And you know I got you really good
Cuz there’s something deep inside of me
I’ve got to be

And if you find it hard to follow me
If I lose you in my jet stream
Then you only got to raise your eyes
And see me fly

Don’t tell me that I won’t
I can
Don’t tell me that I’m not
I am
Don’t tell me that my master plan
Ain’t coming true (yeah!)

Don’t tell me that I won’t
I will
Don’t tell me how to think
I feel
Don’t tell me cause I know what’s real
What I can do

Something that you don’t see every day
A little girl who found her way
Through a world that’s designed to break
All of your dreams

And if there’s one thing I will say to you
It’s that there is nothing that you can’t do
Cuz it’s all about your attitude
Don’t let them get to you

Don’t tell me that I won’t
I can
Don’t tell me that I’m not
I am
Don’t tell me that my master plan
Ain’t coming true

let winter come

I was not created to play small
Towering waves sweep me in from the shore I cling to

because Allaah did not create me to play it safe

The cosmos knows my hiding place and it won’t leave me alone
I’m pulled under and I panic
I’m drowning
But no, I discover that I can breathe underwater because

I was not created to be defeated

I take to the mountains for refuge, only to be thrown off the cliff
And I panic because I’m hurtling towards the destruction I escaped from
But no, I discover that I can fly because

I was not created to escape

Duality is dying in me, as unity is born
My illusions die and it feels like real death
But the light I walk towards isn’t the afterlife
It’s my rebirth into my real life
My soul is awaiting me on the other side
My ego has been good to me, protecting me like a placenta
Allowing me to grow immune to the harsh blows of this toxic world
For that I’m grateful
I’ve learnt my lessons, balanced the energies, healed the wounds, gotten over myself

My soul is indestructible and this body is temporary anyway, so what can this world take away from me?

I’m the container of all that arises in me and flows through me. I’m the roots to my being.

avian cycles

Everything changes but God
Only the truth is fulfilling

The same rain that makes flowers bloom also helps the trees make their way through the dirt to the skies.
Being a mirage doesn’t quench your thirst.
Meaning is extracted from the feelings that arise unprompted, it’s not embedded in external experiences.
The void where nothing seems to happen is where all possibilities pool.

Be patient and await the clear cues. You’ll know it when it comes, just like the migrating birds know when spring returns .
Your stillness is roots that ground the birth of new worlds. Your hope is a womb where dreams gestate. Your soul is whence your purpose takes flight.

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